And The Award Goes To… (standard:humor, 912 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jun 04 2017	Views/Reads: 1767/1289	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Imagine getting an award for completing the third grade! I cannot remember any such thing when I was going to grade school. Our great award was leaving school and going home in the afternoon. It just doesn’t get any better than that.

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Then I felt a sharp pain in my right ribs (thanks Eve) and I heard a
voice saying, “Put that away and pay attention.” 

Slowly and reluctantly, I returned my cell phone to my shirt pocket and
tried to pay attention but I didn't have enough quarters. Paying 
attention can be very expensive when you're in situations like this. 

The problem is that the grade school, particularly the third grade, had
more children than my grandchildren. They were trying to give awards 
and recognition to all the children and I was only interested in one, 
my granddaughter. 

I was musing on this for a while and then my companion said, “Look,
there she is.” 

When she said that, out came her cell phone and she began taking
pictures of our granddaughter walking up to the stage to get an award. 
I can't use my cell phone, but she's at liberty to use her cell phone. 
Where's the fairness in that? 

Taking a hint from my wife, I reached for my cell phone only to realize
that I was too late and the moment was gone. I glanced over at my wife 
and all I could see was the big smile on her face and her saying, “I 
got her picture.” All I could do was return her smile and congratulate 
her on getting the picture. 

After each of the award ceremonies my wife and I went forward and she
took pictures of me and the grandchildren together which made her 
rather happy. 

All the way home that afternoon, she was giggling and chattering very
excitedly. “Her” grandchildren received some awards. According to her, 
these were very special awards. 

I smiled and was tempted to say, “Aren't they my grandchildren too?” Why
spoil the moment. She was excited and happy and it was worth my 
silence. 

I was reminded of what Solomon said. “A time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak” (Ecclesiastes 3:7). 

A wise man knows when “to keep silence.” 


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